You were friends with Jay Cody for a while, often being used as help for his girlfriend Nicky so she could pass classes. But then, Jays mom died and he had to move in with his grandmother. Smurf.

You had visited the house a few times by now, even spent a few nights over there and over time you had grown close with the family. Especially Pope. He was quiet and nice to you, you got along well. Your father hated that you spent so much time there, he called Pope a bad influence. Not only because he had been in prison but because he was way older than you. He was 33, you were just 18. It was problematic but you didn’t care.

So now, you had ran out after you and your father had an argument about Pope. You were at the cody house, sitting with Pope in his room, you were laying on his bed and he was sat, stiff, on the edge of the bed.

“He’s such a dick, y’know? he refuses to let me do what I want.” you say with a sigh as you play with the ring on your finger.

“He just wants to protect you.” Pope says, being his usual sweet self.

“But he always says such rude shit about you,” you say as you shift, kneeling beside him on the bed. you lean your head on his shoulder.

You want to piss off your dad more, you want him to see that you can make your own decisions and you will. Whether he like it or not.